Revised Piece- chop off beginning/end AND change POV

On Rhythm
I.


Feet between me and the air, feet between me and the ground,
I have too many feet, he said, I have too many feet.
Oh darling he said. I’m so sorry but
distance is bodies and distance is feet.

II.

You
    have no feet,
you have no glorious stories of feet.

We are learning the rhythm of leaving without you.
(This is the rhythm of leaving without you.)

~ by raymunbro on January 30, 2008.